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Avari ([personal profile] lasselanta) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-06-13 07:28 pm
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CHARACTERS: Avari and Rey
LOCATION: The oxygen garden → the med-bay
WARNINGS: Possible swearing, definite illness.
SUMMARY: Sick robot needs mommed.
NOTES: Also an elf deals with space even though I'm fairly certain she does not yet grasp what space is, idk.


It was safe to say that Avari was not adjusting terribly well to her newfound surroundings. She had found her locker, yes. She had dressed, and buckled her saber onto her hip, and she had slipped away from the crowd before the sheer number and the noise of them could weigh too heavily on her mind. She had walked the halls, and she had found this... this garden, for lack of a better word. It certainly wasn't the type of place she was most accustomed to, but it was something. Something green and natural amidst the starkness of her surroundings.

Naturally, that meant that she came back. All too often, in fact. Unwilling to let unfamiliar terrain drive all tactical sense from her, she'd walked the halls, of course. She poked her nose around corners and she looked, but it wasn't without that heavy feeling of the unkown, and the rigid, confining structure of the walls of the ship enclosing the places she walked. It was why she had retreated to the garden this time, certainly.

She hadn't ventured further than the first level this time, just far enough to sit cross legged under a tree, not even far from the entrance. Just close enough to nature to shut out the unsettled tension that was coiling at the base of her skull and knotting up between her shoulders. She sat and she waited, eyes closed and loose braid pulled forward over a shoulder, for her mind to clear so that she could piece together what she'd overheard so far.
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-14 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Rey hadn't been feeling too good, but this wasn't anything new. Since the effects of the euphoria had worn off, she figured that perhaps the aftereffects had left a little something to be desired. Perhaps it wasn't anything that she should be worried about. Perhaps she would even get better with some time.

She focused on not moving a whole lot. Though if she tried, the effort would be returned in pain, which put something of a snag in her patrol schedule. Not that she needed to move much now that she was off her need for regular routine. Now, and here, with the blur of another rested beneath a tree caught at the corner of her vision... Rey moved over to a patch of grass, herself. Her hands pressed together; her eyes were closed but they still burned like acid dripping beneath her eyelids.

With her brows knitted, she tried to think about the literal fire. Somehow, focusing on the greater aspect of the pain made it more bearable. But it couldn't hide the marks on her skin, or the discoloration of her lips. In spite of her better judgment, and the judgment of others that would have led her to the medbay, Rey tried to wait it off.

Obviously, for anyone who happened to catch sight of her -- perhaps even to an elven newcomer -- Rey's methods of "waiting it off" was not working out so well for her. She could not hear so well, though her movements were hardly discreet as she sat with phenomenal discomfort.
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-14 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
The pain in Rey's muscle did not allow her to budge. She didn't look ahead, either. If she had, she would have presented to the stranger a pair of green eyes that were discolored by a hint of blue around them, rather than whites

Her neck arched somewhat at the sound of someone's voice, muffled among the buzzing sounds that rattled in her skull.

"Unnecessary. I don't want to be healed. I want to rest." For as much as she knew now, or what little she had known and pushed aside, Rey had no desire to be treated for whatever symptoms that currently ailed her. If it killed her, then perhaps that was for the best.

All she can see on the back of her eyelids now is a city of fire and rubble. A black mushroom cloud. A boy-skeleton hand sticking out from the broken glass of a helicopter. Embers. Red beads spilling towards the sky. Parts from her own body peels off of the surface of her skin.

She deserves this. She deserves this...


If she was going to die from this, she'd rather it be here -- and not in some hospital bed. It was the last place she'd want to be, having already escaped from the undergrounds of another hospital.
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-17 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Rey felt her arms drop to her lap. She kept her lids shut, but she could still feel the presence of the other -- her movements and, even, that disapproving tone that she carried when she spoke.

"It's only grass. I sincerely doubt that it's capable of feeling offended." Rey responded plainly: "I'd rather be here than there, in a bed. With doctors. If I'm going to die, then I'm better off where I am."

In spite of Avari's grumbling, Rey wasn't making any sudden rush to move from her spot. Quite the opposite, really.

Truthfully, the thought of laying down here, sleeping, and never waking up sounded like the nicest thing.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-19 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
The contact didn't register until she opened her blue-and-green eyes and saw that the ground was... getting farther away than before.

Strange.

Only not so strange, because someone had her arm.

The odd, underwater voice spoke in ripples, like trickling waves of a tide. In the middle of the storm, the movements became rapid, uncontrollable, much like how Rey lost control of her body and fell limp and doll-like in the stranger's grip.

"I can't walk." The sudden realization came as almost of a surprise to her, even if she couldn't emote it properly. "Where are my feet? I can't walk without my feet..."

Well done, Rey. Well done.
circumitus: We just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. so, a casual tuesday night. (oh you know)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-19 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
The obvious didn't occur to Rey. It never played a factor in her mind when she was clear-headed, so it certainly didn't run through her head right now.

At Avari's suggestion, she finally did look down. Her tunnel vision that clouded most of her sight kept her from seeing things as they were. "Oh."

She felt the woman start to buckle. That was when Rey pressed her own feet more firmly to the ground, trying to sustain her own weight, which may have been too much for the other. She didn't know why she offered a moment of consideration, for the grass, for the stranger, or for herself -- because Rey wasn't particularly keen on faceplanting at the moment.

Perhaps this would help. Perhaps... If her weight hadn't broken the poor thing's spine. Because that would be unfortunate.
circumitus: We just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. so, a casual tuesday night. (oh you know)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-19 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
As it would turn out, the only reason Rey made any effort at all to sustain herself was so that the weight of her own body wouldn't come inevitably crashing down over the other. Even she noted the way Avari carried herself, and it struck Rey with an odd sense of curiosity.

Why did she bother?

It's only grass...

"Apologies..." She couldn't breathe out anything more eloquent. Her focus remained on keeping her feet steady. Or, as steady as they could be, dragging the way they did with the rest of her sick-ridden vessel... born to die.
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-19 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She wasn't looking for approval -- only the clarity of words, faraway as they may seem in her own mind. In fact, she expected very much to be dismissed.

"I don't know what that means." Rey responded simply, catching that foreign word. But rather than ruminating on matters such as words and their meaning, as Rey oftentimes never understood them very well, anyway, she did her best to carry her own. As much as her sickly body could allow it, anyway.

While she didn't have the breath or energy to muster a detailed response, Rey eventually managed to breathe out: "Justified. They had locked me in a box."

Not the ones who heal here, but...

But sleep sounded nice right now.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-22 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it's contagious, then it's most likely already too late and everyone's infected, anyway." Rey's line of logic was flawless. But then, considering how they all woke up after every jump, it seemed possible that they all carried the same disease. Some of them just reacted to it differently than others.

At the very least, Rey wished that they would work faster. It was better than slowly feeling her body rot, but, for someone who's first memory was a morgue... perhaps that was the most fitting thing for her.

Her head hung as she forced her feet to move, willing every step she took. It felt like a boulder was coming down over her shoulders, pressing her into the ground the more she tried.

Until she realized that it was Avari's arm. Everything just felt... heavier to her then. Including the air. She coughed some, but nothing serious. It was more of a sickly, wet cough. Harmless at first. Then a metallic tang crept from the back of her throat -- it was the taste of blood that she knew very well.
circumitus: We just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. so, a casual tuesday night. (oh you know)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-24 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I've seen plagues... If this is half as bad as the one I know of, people are going to die either way." Oh Rey, so optimistic.

But justified. She couldn't speak of it with certainty, since her memories were like jumbled puzzles -- bits and pieces left strewn here and there. Though the memories also came clearer to her in dreams, so she knew.

There were worse things she could be coughing up right now. Perhaps it would only be a matter of time.

"Affirmative. Will cover my mouth next time."

...As she coughed openly again, her legs stumbled as they turned.
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-07-12 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Negative." Her strangled tones sounded almost lighter this time. Odd. "Certain that I would only sink..."

She felt heavier. Her body was getting more difficult to carry on its own. Though in reality, she was no different than before. The weight of the rapidly festering sickness was simply working its way through her system.

It would destroy her.

God, she hoped that it would...